I am a nervous wreck! And I have to get an article in for my Hey Y’all column today. I had several other stories that I have been developing for this month’s Hey Y’all, but terror seems to be my theme of the day. I am writing to you on the morning of my book launch. With several people pushing from behind, I have written a book. Life is Hard. Soften it with Laughter.

Well, I did it!!!! I really did it. I have written a book. It is a compilation of essays. Some are based on columns I have written, but most are new material. I hope you will be interested in it and find it humorous. That was my goal, anyway.

My Daddy was in the Army and served in the European Theater. Snell’s Daddy was in the Pacific Theater. I said that one day in a conversation and a young woman asked me what kind of entertainment field they were in. I do not believe some of our educators are teaching WWII adequately. Either that, or the kids need to put up their dang phones and listen in class.

It was a dark and stormy night on the lonely, haunted cobblestone streets of Savannah. During the Revolutionary War, many soldiers on both sides of the battle were killed. The townspeople could not bury them fast enough.